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Premetto subito che non condivido affatto la maggior parte delle recensioni che in questo sito hanno bocciato questo disco, anche se ovviamente commenti (seri) sono ben accetti, come le critiche.
Detto questo, è lecito anche dire che il sottoscritto non è ne un detrattore delle evoluzioni musicali (senza di esse non si sarebbe nemmeno mai parlato di "new wawe of british heavy metal", tanto per restare in ambito heavy...) ne tantomeno un fan vecchio stampo; ma semplicemente un grande fan della musica rock e metal in generale e soprattutto un gran fan dei System of a Down.
Quindi, in base alle loro gia ovvie evoluzioni dal primo al secondo album, non era lecito aspettarsi un album dallo stile veloce e quasi thrash style alla Toxicity ne tantomeno le atmosfere schizofreniche del debutto. Anche se tutte le qualità che caratterizzano la band non sono state abbandonate e ormai tutti conosciamo la bellezza delle produzioni made in System, il primo capitolo di un annunciato doppio cd, Mezmerize, è una bomba, che chiamerei piuttosto ad "orologeria", visto che ci metterà molto più tempo a piacervi, ma comunque devastante nella sua centrifuga di generi, spunti progressivi, addirittura quasi ska e punk, come MAI si era sentito in un cd dei nostri.
Perchè se comunque i lavori precedenti erano propriamente Metal, o Nu Metal (sempre con le dovute influenze), il nuovo lavoro è fino adesso l'uscita più coraggiosa della band, dove praticamente vengono miscelati milioni e milioni di spunti in diversi ambiti musicali.
Parlando di canzoni, in sovraimpressione cito Bring Your Own Bombs (B.Y.O.B. per i fan meno attenti), con i suoi sublimi stacchi quasi in stile r'n'b e una potenza nelle ritmiche e nei testi forse mai viste. Perchè oltre alla incredibile voce del leader Serj, stavolta colui che da il maggior contributo è il geniale chitarrista, ossia Daron, che con la sua potente e squillante voce finora inespressa (o espressa non del tutto nei precedenti cd) da maggior carico alle composizioni che diventano ancora più piene di sfaccettature.
Si notano infatti le sublimi "Cigaro", dove i System scaricano tutta la loro rabbia quasi punk in una canzone super violenta e molto ben congegnata, "Revenga" e "Violent Pornography", che con le loro strutture ballonzolanti quasi Primus Style e i loro riff ipnotici rappresentano dei veri e propri capolavori; mentre la traccia sicuramente più riuscita è l'inno "Folk Radio/Video", dove la schizofrenia della band si unisce a ritmi mediorientali riuscitissimi come mai si era sentito prima.
Ogni canzone rappresenta un picco creativo a se stante, con una sua personalità e un suo stile unico, e anche grazie a queste qualità il cd rimarrà nel vostro lettore per molto tempo (appena comprato l'ho ascoltato otto volte di seguito) senza mai stancarvi.
E dopo due capolavori come l'omonimo e Toxicity, veramente non ci si poteva aspettare di meglio.
Se non vi piacerà, vi perderete l'ennesima perla di una band che ha già rivoluzionato il mondo del metal in modo indelebile.
Seminale.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 B.Y.O.B. (04:15)
Why do they always send the poor?
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victorious kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox sealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Blast off!
It's party time!
And we all live in a fascist nation!
Blast off!
It's party time!
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox sealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor!
They always send the poor!
03 Revenga (03:48)
Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Choking with a link
Killing with a stink
Just your mother's
HO
Bleeding in a sink
Poisoning a drink
Burning up
My sweet Clementine
Trampling a shrink
Bleeding in a sink
Halleluiah wink
Getting on the brink
Just your mother's
HO
Halleluiah wink
Murdering a shrink
Burning up
On my sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
Killing with a stink
Bleeding in a sink
Poisoning a drink
Getting on the brink
Just your mother's
HO
Bleeding in a sink
Trampling a shrink
Burning up
My sweet Clementine
Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Choking with a link
Killing with a stink
Just your mother's
HO
Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Burning up
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
I saw her laugh
Then she said, "Go away"
I saw her laugh
Then she said, then she said,
"Go away, away"
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours it's in the making
It's in the taking, making, baking, taking, faking
HO, My sweet Clementine
HO
Shoulda been coulda been
Woulda been woulda been you
Shoulda been coulda been
Woulda been woulda been you
04 Cigaro (02:11)
My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
My shit stinks much better than yours
My shit stinks right down to the floor
With a feeling a feeling so pure
It's got you coming back for
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Can't you see that I love my cock
Cant you see that you love my cock
Cant you see that we love my cock
We're the regulators that deregulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources
Then we turn and hide
We're cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
We're the regulators that deregulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for more
05 Radio/Video (04:09)
La la la la la la
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
With Danny and Lisa
They take me away from (Take away from)
The strangest places (Strangest places)
Sweet Danny and Lisa (Sweet Danny and Lisa)
They take me away from
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
With Danny and Lisa
They take me away from (Take away from)
The strangest places (Strangest places)
Sweet Danny and Lisa (Sweet Danny and Lisa)
They take me away from
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
With Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
La la la...
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
With Danny and Lisa
07 Violent Pornography (03:31)
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody cries
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody dies
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know, woohoo!
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know, woohoo!
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody dies
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody cries
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know, woohoo!
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know, woohoo!
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit you get on your TV
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit you get on your TV
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody dies
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody dies
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know, woohoo!
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know, woohoo!
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit you get on your TV
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit that's on your TV
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit that's on you TV
It's on the TV
Fuck!
Turn off you TV
Can you say "brainwashing?" (b-b-b-b-brainwashing)
It's a non-stop disco
08 Question! (03:20)
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you dreaming
Dreaming denied
Dreaming all right
Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you dreaming
Dreaming denied
Dreaming all right
Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die
Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die
09 Sad Statue (03:25)
Conquest to the lover
And your love to the fire
Permanence unfolding in the absolute
Forgiveness is the ultimate sacrifice
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
The pictures of time and space are rearranged
In this little piece of typical tragedy
Justified candy
Brandy for the nerves
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
I forgot to
I forgot to let you know that
Justified candy
Brandy for the nerves
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
Conquest to the lover
And your love to the fire
Permanence unfolding in the absolute
Forgiveness is the ultimate sacrifice
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
Generation
What is in us that turns a deaf ear to the cries of human suffering
Suffering, suffering now
You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
Generation
Belonging
Belonging to
11 Lost in Hollywood (05:20)
I'll wait here
You're crazy
Those vicious streets are filled with strays
You should've never gone to Hollywood
They find you
Two-time you
Say you're the best they've ever seen
You should've never trusted Hollywood
I wrote you
And told you
You were the biggest fish out here
You should've never gone to Hollywood
They take you
And make you
They look at you in disgusting ways
You should've never trusted Hollywood
I was standing on the wall
Feeling ten feet tall
All you maggots
Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
This is my front page
This is my new age
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd.
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
Phony people come to pray
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phony people come to pray
(The lines in the letter said
"We have gone to Hackensack")
OR possibly,
(The lies and the medicine,
we have come to reconcide)
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phony people come to pray
All you maggots
Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd.
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Hollywood Blvd.
You should've never trusted Hollywood
You should've never gone to Hollywood
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
You should've never trusted Hollywood
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Altre recensioni
Di antuana
Due voci totalmente diverse, sempre su tonalità opposte che si fondono!!
Uno dei dischi più accessibili dei SOAD, molto più di Toxicity.
Di Bleem
Chi si aspettava un Toxicity 2 dovrà dunque accontentarsi di 6-7 belle canzoncine allegre che lo faranno impazzire per i primi 2 giorni...
Le canzoni rimanenti sono psicopatiche, a tratti folk (Radio/video è un capolavoro...), a tratti cattive, ma molte sono senza carattere, e questo per i SOAD è grave...
Di Revenga
"Byob: il singolo che non uscirà, così la label disse. Questa canzone ha un senso politico fortissimo."
"Una song pazzesca, due minuti intensissimi! Voto: 7 per la pazzia!!!"
Di e-bow
La scarsa innovazione di questo album rispetto ai precedenti quattro difficilmente si perdona ai System Of A Down.
Old School Hollywood... un piccolo capolavoro che mette in risalto il buon mixing di Andy Wallace.
Di Casacci91
"B.Y.O.B è il capolavoro del disco per la sua enorme rabbia."
"L'intreccio soft/hard rende questo album unico nel suo genere."
